No hungry in heart
blooming petals and ringdove
seraphic consume
-24.11.2020 Chattogram
Sometimes the space between us feels un-natural,
Like part of me is missing.
These times I think of touching your shoulder
With my finger, tracing the outline of your body
With my hand. Where each curve leaves an outline
I long to fill with parts of me.
You are the luxurious softness I fall into.
You meet me in my yearning,
Pressing your softness against where I am hard.
Like a hard rain pressing on a soft rose,
Whose thirst absorbs the quenching rain,
Drinks it in, transforms it into life.
In the after-shower there is a rainbow,
Colors merge into warm light.
I don’t want to be your valentine,
I just want to hold you in my arms forever,
Press my cheek to yours and breathe your honey hair.
Buried there, I can feel you pressed against me.
As I touch you, a rose blossoms and
The doors to Heaven
Open once again.
CONSUMMATION
I can smell the perfume of your breathe
My heart baths with the steam of your love
Am a charmist entangled by your portion
Stuck in your honey web fantasy
Just a small intrinsic charm
My expression from your depth without limits
Now is the beginning of endless levitation
Wake me up when its November
Because I will be gone with this body matrimony
Arouse the beauty and the beast from sleep
Now the beast's run wild under your skin
Words pouring down aimlessly
Ecstasy drives you mad into coma
Groan as one in labour little vixen
Moan in the den of unbridled pleasure
Lighted-up with caress in this sensational execution
None quenches your fire until it reaches org**m
Surrender to this sweetness that kills you by inches
VickWizzy.
Written by: Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2016.
Her Junihitoe
Now discarded and thrown down
To adorn the floor...
Reveals an inner beauty
Of that yet unblemished core.
Let me touch the milky way and finger each star
Hear the sounds of the universe within your palms
Hold close clay earth to simple string
Strum a song for me
Sing the words of wolves to moon
Or ocean to moon
Or under the sun
Allowing me to glow in your presence
This is complete out of body experience
Where for the first time we rise above
This materialistic form
We form on ours lips
That drips
Into the bigger dipper
Praising God for our Union
This holy space, outside of time
Before light can even catch up
Our prayers travel faster
We give thanks and break apart
Rocks in the coldest parts
Till they than unname us (Pluto reference)
Play a simple song for a simple man
That understands he doesn't claim you
Or own you
Or owe this borrowed time we spend together in an eternity called moments
He just wishes to unite a melody the stars
Can fall too
Love can fall too
Don't worry about being caught
Just wish with all your heart
As we come back down to reality
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Let us kiss the sun to sleep
As we pluck stars to decorate our dreams.
Groans
Moans
On this bed of roses we shall empty our wants
To catch a dove and give it a home.
Sun
Rain
Seasons shall come and leave again
In this adventure on passion's train
In my arms you may go astray
I'll let the train carry us away.
Action
Inaction
Time doesn't care about us
Let us become our own version
Of seconds, minutes and hours
We shall hold time to ransom.
Days
Nights
Let us seduce the naked skies
As we drink love to intoxicating heights.
You
Me
And nothing in between
Let us defy gravity
As we redefine magnetism
When you become me, and I become you.
Lights
Sparks
Bodies to stars
Resign with me
Into this ageless consummation
Your lips, a love song
I will always remember
Forever
Love
Right here with us.
Who cares about the world...
Consummation in life, the just reward
Complete satisfaction, confident smile
During smooth sailing and on through discord
Mixed emotions all over reconcile
Success in the end for that extra mile
Consummation of marriage, pure delights
Pleasures discovered, mouth watering sights
Bodies entangled, a passionate mesh
Euphoria reaches staggering heights
Both husband and wife becoming one flesh
Consummation of family, vast joys
Nurturing, caring for, all the details
Unreserved love throughout tranquil and noise
In life’s ups and downs, togetherness sails
One foremost focus that nobody fails
Consummation in death, eternal soul
Accomplished in life, the heavenly goal
The race ran on earth, a burdensome test
Called from above to play out this tough role
Well done faithful servant, enter God’s rest
September 2, 2016
Peacefully playful he pleasantly progresses
Wistfully wishful she whispers sweet willingness
Mystically mindful he mesmerized motionless
Lustfully lying she lavishes loveliness
Together they create triumphant tenderness
(In Dactyllic Tetrameter)
4/27/2016
My back is half a moon
arched across the smooth expanse.
Silence
tickles my lips and drips from
the silver skin of
the round light
flare.
As you slowly pace yourself
into
consummation of our blue-black dreams
taking time,
to push me
over
the glowing horizon,
just as the hot-light starts to
flicker,
so we wake in panting
breaks
sweet wetness,
on our minds,
euphoric sheety scents
of you…
left in my
morning after,
after,
aftertaste…
Death has never felt so soft,
As a hush upon the face,
A kiss upon the back
Of the mind,
A lulling numbness,
To calm dis-ease,
And silence.
Death has never sounded so soft,
As the fourth movement
Of a composer
Who wrote to drink,
And drank to write
Away his loathe
Of self and life.
Death, I say, has never tasted so fine,
As a glorious banquet
To end the deprivation
Of nourishment
In mothering sleep-
Who lines the brain
In cushions of velvet dirt,
Suffocating bliss,
And velvet cake.
An ignorance unlike any other.
Death, I do insist, has never looked so sexy,
A fine film of fog,
In a bog or perhaps a lake,
That gains in obscurity-
Gains as the morning advances-
As my promiscuous lover-
As he envelopes my lips,
In hunger,
In an uncontrollable haste,
To take me,
Have me,
Wrap me,
In a tenuous embrace
Round unclothed flesh
And protruding ribs.
To fester and seep inside,
My hollow crevices,
Of body and mind.
To claim me,
Fiendishly,
In eternal union.
A consummation
Feel the rhythm of the pen;
Marry the paper.
unconscionable efforts
slip through our fingers
while our god within'
patiently lingers
for our inward attention , understanding
a mystery of joy , love everlasting
deed of all deeds , our ultimate purpose
.......or........
remain in the field of clowns and circus
knowledge and wisdom
our sum of self worth
a journey of discovery
deep space well traversed .
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